Colors

My Demesnes

I just woke up from a dream in which I chased around the streets of the world looking for a pair of blue sneakers to fit my soul mate, who, in this case, turned out to be a platinum blonde whose face I can barely remember. The visuals were stunning – I somehow managed to teleport from country to country, city to city, experiencing the greatest vistas and meeting all my friends along the way. And somehow, it was bloody funny.

Our last exchange before I woke up from a bursting bladder (which I still haven’t emptied), was roughly I follows:

She (smiling): “I want to build a home together, although you’re an ass.”
Me (with a straight face): “Honey, I want to build a home on top of your ass.” (as I hugged her and squeezed her ass cheek)